It Happened

I was always too embarassed to tell this story but after hearing other moms opening up about there's, here's mine....

It was nearly three months after having my daughter when this happened. Due to issues in my pregnancy I hadn't had sex for almost four months in total. After Claire (not real name) was born we still hadn't had penetrative sex.

I was breastfeeding Claire for the duration and was pretty good at keeping hidden and to the point for the most part, but I suppose when I was in the privacy of my home I wasn't quite as keen on watching myself as I should have been.

The night this happened, Carter (not real name), my son, who was just starting to notice girls and all that went with it I suppose was hanging out in the living room watching TV as I went about my business without even noticing that between housework, supper and feeding Claire that I wasn't properly covered for sometime and my loose fitting blouse was opening up to my still filled breasts and the cleavage that entailed. I still don't know why exactly but I started to notice that Carter was really noticing me throughout the night and I started to think back to the days when his father would notice me like that and the familiar tingle that would produce. I really had no intention of anything but I thought no harm, no foul.

As I settled down to feed Claire (again), I went about my routine but I decided to leave a little more exposed just to see if what I perceived to be true was happening. For some unexplained reason, (my embarassing ashamed part), I was starting to get turned on. I am not proud of this at all but it is what it is. Between Claire latched on and Carter taking interest and the fact I hadn't in a LONG time, nature took over and WOW!! I finished feeding Claire, set her down for the night and went to check on Carter who was getting ready to take his shower.

Now the real shocker. I hadn't SEEN Carter for quite a few years since he was old enough to take care of himself and when I walked into his room to see what was taking him so long to get in the shower I was in for quite a shock. He was standing there in all his naked glory, OMG!! Hard as can be and easily bigger than his father. I apologized and walked straight out. The image was stuck though and I can't get it out of my mind. As soon as he got in the shower, I bolted to my room and took care of myself. I just couldn't help it. I am not sure if it was lucky it was bowling night for my husband or not. Fast forward two years now and the question is. Now what?